A/N- Well. I have the feeling that I own nothing...Yep. Feedback appreciated
'Ada?'
Legolas' softly spoken word pulled Thranduil's mind back to reality. He glanced towards his son, who stood faintly illuminated (Or would shadowed be more appropriate?) in light cast by the flickering flames of fire alone. Thranduil absent mindedly wondered when Legolas had entered the room.
'Yes, Legolas?' Thranduil's voice seemed so much more...unwelcome, to his own ears.
'Is it not a little late for a glass?', his son asked, sending a pointed look at the one that Thranduil held in his hands. Thranduil, too, looked at it, and at the dark, slightly mocking liquid it held. It was still just as full as it had been when Thranduil poured it sometime earlier in the evening (Night. Not evening. The sun had long fallen when he had retired to his chambers). He felt a corner of his mouth curl into a tiny smile, inscrutable in the low light, but lasting for only a fleeting moment anyway.
'Perhaps it is.' He turned from the front of the fireplace where he had been standing. The quiet clinking sound of glass meeting wood could be heard as Thranduil placed the glass on a table, carven in the likeness of winding vines (But carven vines don't wither so quickly, do they?). Thranduil returned to his place of vigil in front of the fire.
Light footsteps were accompanied by Legolas' voice again.
'Is it not also a little late to be remembering too hard?' Legolas, now standing at his near left, met Thranduil's gaze. The small smile that Legolas' presence seemed to bring out of Thranduil returned.
'How well you know me.' Thranduil's eyes turned back to the fire. The flickering flames danced and jumped unsteadily. It wouldn't be long before the fire gave forth its last light of life. 'But it is never too late to remember.'
A glance showed that Legolas, too, looked to the flames as he spoke.
'Perhaps not.' The firelight reflected in his eyes as he looked up towards Thranduil again. 'But does it not do more harm than good at times?'
'Perhaps it does, Legolas.' Thranduil closed his eyes. 'Perhaps it does.'
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